The Last time, by Zgjim
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It’s the last time
me waking up holding
a hazelnut hair.
Holding the left behind of
a night full with joy and pressure.
Wanting to collect them
till the end of time
So careless and pure
I thought you wished that too.
Made my decision there is
one place in my heart
that place will be named you.
Have you ever thought about
what did I do
That made you consume my will and passion
I lost my dreams
You burned your memories
My time lost its meaning
There is no place that holds my space
If I never met you
I could have never lived
If I never lived
I would have never died
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Posted: 2012-05-22 16:58:07 UTC |
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